Qingji shook his head slightly, his gaze returned to his previous lightness, and the worry just now disappeared in an instant, like an illusion. Only Qingji himself knows that the ease is actually just a cover-up.

In order to hide the fear of facing the cold palace, to hide the sadness of being separated from loved ones.

Those and those are all covered by the clear marks under the breeze, and they are not easy to show people, such as drinking water, knowing whether they are warm or cold.

Qingji looked around and was surprised to find that the palace was so beautiful.

It was late at night when I entered and exited the harem yesterday, and this morning, in order to rush to greet the Queen Mother, I didn't have a good visit to this big palace. I didn't have time until now to take a good look around.

The sun is pouring out, the pavilions are lined up, and the houses are like houses. Each rooftop reflects a beautiful glow. Grass, green trees, streams, paths. It seems to be a gathering of the most beautiful things in the world, noble and luxurious, but not calm and quiet.

The path winds and disappears into the woods ahead. It's like the legendary Longqi Palace, just in the depths of that wood. There is no difference from the path in the morning, the only difference is that this path leads to the Longqi Palace.

The whole palace is like a fairyland, dreamy, yet false.

Qingji retracted his gaze, sighed secretly, and continued to walk forward, and sure enough, not long after, Longqi Palace appeared in front of him. She had never seen such a beautiful palace.

The golden dome reflects a dazzling light. The whole pavilion is like a golden dragon, entrenched in this world.

Directly opposite was a gate of nearly two meters, and the unicorn guarding the door glared angrily. The handle of the door is a fine Hetian jade, and the warm breath seems to be able to leak out.

Qingji paused and walked inside. It was empty, it was a place for official documents, and everything was put in order. A dragon chair is placed in the middle, and there are many ordinary chairs on both sides, which should be a place to discuss important matters with the Royal Forest Garden.

The bedroom seems to be behind the screen next to the dragon chair, and behind the screen painted with dragons and phoenixes, there is a faint fragrance of the dragon's birthday, which is refreshing.

Qingji walked around the screen and walked in, and sure enough, he saw Ying Zheng lying on the big bed in the middle of the room, his eyes closed, and his breath was like a gossamer.

Ben Zheng stood at the head of the bed, anxiously watching a young imperial doctor take the pulse of Yingzheng.

Qingji walked up, looked at Yingzheng's neck artery, and asked, "How is he?" ”

"His Majesty Yingzheng, he ......"

"I didn't ask you." Before Ben Xian could finish speaking, Qingji interrupted and turned his head to look at the young imperial doctor lying beside the bed.

When the little imperial doctor heard that he was calling himself, he straightened up a little slowly, and said heavily, "Your Majesty, he has congenital heart stasis, and later he was forced to practice martial arts. This time it seems to be overly exhausted, and the situation is not very rosy. ”

"Yes." Qingji nodded approvingly, and sighed, "It's really a talent if you don't die." ”

As he spoke, he began to drag his coat, turned his head and said to Ben Zheng, who had been ignored for a long time, "So he is the only one, even if he has good medical skills, he will definitely not be able to handle it alone." ”

Hearing this, Ben Yan smiled bitterly and replied, "Heavenly Doctor Fu is your father's person, and the old minister can't do anything." ”

"Oh." Qingji took off his coat and threw it to the ground, nodded thoughtfully, and raised his hand to pull up his sleeves. Unexpectedly, at this time, Ben Zhuang, who was standing beside her, suddenly grabbed her hand, and shouted with a somewhat ugly face, "The queen is self-respecting." ”

Qingji looked down at his sleeve, then looked up at Ben Badger's face, rolled his eyes, slapped his hand away, and said disdainfully, "Heavy big-headed ghost, I'm going to take his pulse." As he spoke, he pointed at Yingzheng.

Ben Hunt withdrew his hand with some embarrassment, and turned around to no longer see the marks. The young imperial physician saw him turn around, and hurriedly wanted to follow along, but was pulled back by the back collar of Qingji.

"Where are you going, come back for me." So the little imperial doctor was dragged back by her again.

Qingji pinned him to the ground and instructed, "Watch his reaction." Then he put his hand on his neck artery and closed his eyes.

After a while, Qingji opened his eyes, looked at Ben Zhuang, and said, "You go to the Heavenly Doctor Fu and go to these medicinal herbs." ”

After a pause, he coughed, and continued......